On a platform beyond mortal measure, within the Hall of Eternal Eyes, sat the Primordial Sovereigns—beings just below Above Alls.
Esteemed Pikra, golden Buddha of foresight, trembled. His eyes tried to see through the coming clash. They failed.
Seu, the undying phoenix of Nirvanic flame, flared uncertainly.
Eon, time-space wielder, gritted his teeth, peering into Vatae—the cloaked one, silent, unmoving, surrounded by a galaxy-sphere of unexplainable energy.
Suddenly, Vatae chuckled. A sound like dying suns.
Eon narrowed his eyes.
"Who… what are you?"
Vatae turned, voice quiet as entropy.
"Time and space rule your realms. You bend them. But I? I transcended them long before they were born."
"I existed before the Era of Absolute Beginning. Before your Source. Before even the first breath of will."
Shock. Horror. Truth.
Pikra's foresight shattered. Seu trembled.
And Vatae continued.
"The Kingly Ruler of Above? He is merely a soul-avatar. The multiverse is not just matter—it is the essence of the Ancestral Creator himself."
"The war you witness is not the end."
He pointed toward the battle.
"It is the beginning of the ascent… to the One Above All."